After hours of studying, Feng Xianyue realised that finding the right herbs to use was a lot of work.
There were thousands of spiritual grasses in the space—how was she supposed to find the specific one she needed?
However, when she was in the field of spiritual grasses, Feng Xianyue was a bit stunned.
She suddenly felt a faint resonance with the plants, as though they were easier to sense than living beings.
When she stood near the plants, she could vaguely perceive a soft, soothing presence from them, like a quiet heartbeat beneath the soil.
The leaves beside her would tilt almost imperceptibly in her direction whenever she passed.
“Wow,” Feng Xianyue exclaimed, overwhelmed by the feeling.
“So this is what a wood spirit physique is capable of even before awakening?” she muttered softly to herself.
Strangely, she strongly felt like this was an opportunity she couldn’t miss, so she immediately sat cross-legged in the middle of the field and began cultivating.
A strange feeling rose within her, as if something in her was calling to nature and they were quietly answering her.
Faint strands of green light began to drift toward her without her control, and the air around her grew unusually rich with vitality, thick enough that even ordinary people could feel it.
Grasses bent towards her like waves, and new buds sprang to life in silent succession.
The entire field of spiritual grasses seemed to awaken alongside her heartbeat.
A pulse of green light erupted from her core, spreading through her meridians like roots taking hold.
For a moment, she felt connected to every blade of grass, every leaf, every living thing in the field.
Then suddenly, her breathing became unstable, like something within her was fighting for control alongside her wood spirit physique.
Luckily, it was faint and not strong enough—it only left a faint chill in Feng Xianyue’s body.
Apart from that, her wood spirit body was fully awakened.
Taking a deep breath, Feng Xianyue sighed in satisfaction.
Lifting her hands, she tried to see if she could produce a flame, and surprisingly, she could—but it was small, only a seed flame.
However, Feng Xianyue noticed her fire was blue and not red.
She wondered why but decided to research later.
Right now, she was sure that though her fire was weak, it was enough for a low-grade medicinal bath.
So she immediately searched around, and it didn’t take her long to find all the herbs she needed.
Without wasting time, Feng Xianyue headed to the alchemy room to try her luck.
The alchemy room was a plain, large room.
It had a large furnace in the middle and a cauldron, which she immediately recognised as what she needed for the medicinal bath.
Feng Xianyue had already prepared the marrow bones of the ancient ice dragon after bowing several times before it for forgiveness.
She immediately began placing all the herbs needed: Earth Marrow Root, Crimson Bone Grass, Black Iron Grass, Heavenly Yang Root, Spirit Nourishing Lotus, Qi Nourishing Leaf, and finally the marrow bones of the dragon.
Leaving the alchemy room, Feng Xianyue fetched a bucket of spiritual water about five times and filled the cauldron with it.
If someone from the cultivation sects saw her, their hearts would be filled with pain.
In the entire cultivation world, who else would cultivate like Feng Xianyue?
She might even be killed for wasting such a high-grade spiritual water.
Spiritual water of this grade can hardly be found anywhere.
Only old monsters can have similar privileges.
Even major clans only have the medium grade, which is mostly hidden and revered as a treasure.
After directing her small flame beneath the cauldron, Feng Xianyue watched in anticipation.
Not long after, the medicinal cauldron bubbled with dozens of spirit herbs.
Crimson Bone Grass and Earth Marrow Root slowly released their essence into the dragon bones, filling the room with a dense medicinal aroma.
Smiling with excitement, Feng Xianyue undressed herself, waiting for the medicinal bath to cool down a little before entering the cauldron slowly.
The bath had to be a bit hot for all the medicinal properties to enter her body and revitalise her blood and bones, strengthening them beyond a mortal’s body.
Feng Xianyue was actually lucky to have a dragon bone, as it was the best beast bone a cultivator could use to ensure a solid foundation, thereby creating a strong vessel capable of containing a vast amount of qi.
Feng Xianyue spent about ten hours in the medicinal bath, cultivating at the same time.
This made her body absorb the ingredients faster.
At the beginning, the pain was searing, as if a thousand needles were being driven into her bones.
Her skin burned.
Her muscles screamed.
But she bit her lip and stayed.
Feng Xianyue knew this was necessary and the only way her body would have a chance at getting better.
She had to survive.
Soon, her body let out a bright glow, and Feng Xianyue opened her eyes.
There was a bright glow in her eyes that was never there before.
Her mind was clear and heart as calm as water without a single ripple.
She was now at the first layer of Qi Condensation.
The medicinal bath was now dark like black ink, and Feng Xianyue’s body had some slimy black fluids dripping out of it.
Nodding in satisfaction, she knew it was a good thing—all the black fluids were probably waste extracted by the herbs cleansing her body.
Right now, Feng Xianyue’s skin was smoother like polished jade, and she even had a healthy glow, making her sickly face stunning and more elegant, with lips more luscious.
That night, after Feng Xianyue left the space, she had the most satisfying sleep ever.
Her mind felt peaceful, and she was even anticipating her journey to the capital.
The only thing that left her with worry was that she was still coughing.
Although her body was no longer weak, it felt like something deep inside her was trying to crawl its way out to take her life.
However, her newly awakened physique was suppressing it.
The next day, Feng Xianyue and Old Madam Feng left at dawn and headed to the nearby town using a donkey cart.
Old Madam Feng, not wanting her granddaughter to suffer, used all her savings to hire a carriage for the journey to the capital.
The trip wouldn’t be a short one.
It was estimated to take about three weeks.
Feng Xianyue lay down and fell asleep in the carriage.
Not knowing how much time had passed, she was gently nudged.
She opened her eyes to see Old Madam Feng watching her with worry.
Feng Xianyue had been sleeping for a whole day, making the old woman worry.
Holding her hands gently, Old Madam Feng asked, “Xian’er, do you feel unwell?”
“Don’t worry, Grandmother.
Xian’er is well,” she said, smiling—which wasn’t a lie.
After all, her spirit was just in the space studying in the library.
She wanted to make good use of this time to study and cultivate more.
She would spend her nights in the space, cultivating while her grandmother slept.
Three weeks was enough time to make significant progress—if she used it wisely.
“That’s good, that’s good,” Old Madam Feng said, patting her hand.
She then looked at Feng Xianyue, smiling, and asked, “Xian’er, how do you feel about leaving home for the first time?”
Feng Xianyue hummed a little and said, “Not much.
Just a little anxious and excited about the new experience.
Since I don’t know how the Feng family will react to our arrival.”
Old Madam Feng let out a soft laugh and said, “Don’t worry, Xian’er.
I will make sure you are treated well and not bullied.
We would first have to find a school for you.
What do you think?”
“You are right, Grandmother.
A cultivation sect would be nice,” Feng Xianyue said, smiling.
She then looked more closely at Old Madam Feng and said, “Grandmother, I want to sleep for a few days.
Wake me if we need to stop.
Don’t worry about me.”
Old Madam Feng watched Feng Xianyue and nodded slowly, feeling sad that her granddaughter was probably getting weaker and thus needed more sleep.
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